Gwenog was panting hard, the vibrations held in just the right place as the woman came apart bringing her closer to the edge. Her hips twitched involuntarily, trying to get closer to the sensations as the woman encouraged her on.
"So good," she said, rather breathless, beginning to thrust once more, chasing her orgasm. It wasn't quite enough, and she whined in frustration and grabbed the woman's hand. "Fingers. Please," she begged, too close to articulate exactly what she wanted. She didn't need finesse or gentleness, just something for her cunt to grip on to, that extra edge of rough to push her over the edge.